Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie returned to the council hall deep within the Juba斋 and directly handed the resource list to the several masters.

"How is it? Do you, Juba斋, have all of these resources in stock?"

"Young Master Jun is joking. As one of the three major commercial firms, we naturally have these things." The master of the Yu Ling Sect reminded, "However, the quantity of these resources is enormous. A rough estimate suggests it will cost tens of trillions of gold coins!"

Jun Wuxie nodded upon hearing this.

He had reviewed the list. In addition to the supplies urgently needed at the front lines, there were also millions of sets of Xuanjia Army equipment, which were naturally quite valuable.

"How much of the resources on the list does your Juba斋 have?"

The masters were all stunned for a moment and said, "The amount required on the list is naturally completely sufficient."

"What I want is not just the amount on the list. I need twenty times the amount on the list. How long will it take you to prepare it?"

"What?"

The masters were all shocked and stood up.

The amount on the list was basically enough for one or two months of supplies for the front lines. This didn't even include those Xuanjia suits!

Twenty times that amount would be more than two years' worth of war resources?

"Young Master Jun, are you sure? Twenty times the amount would be two to three hundred trillion gold coins!"

They didn't believe that one person could come up with so much gold.

"I indeed don't have that much gold. I wonder if I can use spirit coins instead?"

"This…" The masters looked at each other and said, "Gold coins cannot be exchanged for spirit coins, so there is no exchange standard between the two. You using spirit coins to exchange for gold coins is a first."

"If there is no standard, we can discuss a standard. What do you think, everyone? How many gold coins can one spirit coin be exchanged for?"

"One to one thousand?"

The master of the Yu Ling Sect tentatively suggested a number.

"Deal!"

Jun Wuxie didn't hesitate at all and didn't want to bargain with them.

He knew that Juba齋 was definitely taking advantage of this exchange rate.

After all, exchanging spirit coins for gold coins was equivalent to using high-level resources to exchange for low-level resources.

Spirit coins could buy anything, but gold coins couldn't. Above the four-star exquisite grade, only spirit coins could be used.

The muscles on the faces of the masters twitched slightly.

They didn't expect Jun Wuxie to be so straightforward.

They felt a little embarrassed in their hearts. They were really taking advantage with this exchange.

"How long will it take you to gather the resources?"

Jun Wuxie was more concerned about this.

He was worried that if it took too long, the power holders of the various forces might really issue orders prohibiting the sale of any war resources to Da Zhou, which would be troublesome.

At that time, even the resources that had already been paid for and were being collected would probably be affected.

"If we transfer from other cities within Da Zhou, we can gather them in less than ten days. Young Master Jun, we have calculated that this batch of resources, after rounding down, is worth 250 trillion gold coins. If you pay with spirit coins, you will need 250 billion spirit coins. According to your VIP level, with an 80% discount, it will be exactly 200 billion spirit coins! Young Master Jun, do you really have 200 billion spirit coins?"

They all felt incredible in their hearts.

What was the concept of 200 billion spirit coins?

Those high-level forces, after accumulating spiritual currency for ten thousand years, had only this amount of spiritual currency funds.

For a Star Realm youth to take out 200 billion was unimaginable!

"The spirit coin card is here. I will pay now. You can swipe it yourselves."

Jun Wuxie threw a black gold card towards the master of the Bingyun Tower, causing her to exclaim.

"Black Gold Card!"

Several masters couldn't believe their eyes.

This young man was too wealthy!

The black gold card was a symbol of a billionaire's status!

Only those with a spiritual currency fund of over 100 billion were eligible to apply for a black gold card.

But usually, people who could hold this card would not just have 100 billion, but at least several hundred billion!

After they swiped 200 billion spirit coins from the black gold card, they felt as if they were in a dream and couldn't believe it was real.

Too wealthy!

Personal assets of over several hundred billion were richer than those sect emperors or half-step Saint Realm experts who had lived for thousands of years in their sects!

And this person was just a young man who was not even eighteen years old!

"Everyone, send one-tenth of these resources to the front line camp and personally hand them over to the commander of the Xuanjia Army, along with this imperial decree, military talisman, and my handwritten letter." Jun Wuxie took out the items and placed them in front of them. "Send the remaining resources to my Zongwang Mountain, all packed in storage rings, no problem, right?"

"Of course, there is no problem."

"Also, you have taken a lot of advantages in this transaction. Shouldn't you also offer some services? Regarding the war between Da Zhou and Xilin, can you have people pay more attention and pass the news to me as soon as possible?"

"Easy to say, when there is any news, we will have Su Lan contact you, okay?"

"It's settled then!"

After completing these matters, Jun Wuxie felt a weight lifted from his heart and left Juba齋 with Su Lan's farewell.

At this time, the night was already very deep.

The weather tonight was not very good. The clouds were very thick, there were no stars, and only a faint shadow of the moon could be seen.

In the deep night, the lights of the capital were no longer so brilliant, and some places were relatively dark, with only a little dim moonlight.

Besides the occasional drunkards that could be seen in twos and threes, only the watchmen were walking on the streets.

Jun Wuxie was not in a hurry to return to Zongwang Mountain.

He stood on the dark street in the deep night and slowly closed his eyes.

The slightly cold night wind blew his green robe and fluttered his thick black hair.

The king-level military intent perception quietly spread out.

This kind of military intent was different from the military intent released in battle. It was just a very keen perception that was difficult for people to detect.

The military intent perception was like an invisible, dense net, spreading rapidly with him as the center.

The perception covered the Murong family, the Nangong family, the Wenren family, the Muyang family, the Lin, Bai, Bu, Nie, Wang, and Yu families, and finally covered the Third Prince's mansion, which was the furthest away.

There were no abnormalities in the four great families and the six major families, but in the Third Prince's mansion, he sensed many powerful energy fluctuations.

These energy fluctuations were very subtle, obviously deliberately restrained, but they could not escape Jun Wuxie's military intent perception.

In the dead of night, the military intent perception reached its best peak!

He just stood there with his eyes closed, continuing to perceive the situation inside the Third Prince's mansion with his military intent.

At the same time, his body was moving, flashing like a teleport, each flash covering a distance of several kilometers.

When he was dozens of kilometers away from the Third Prince's mansion, he stopped.

At this distance, his perception was more than ten times clearer, and he could even "see" the situation inside through perception.

In a spacious secret room in the Third Prince's mansion, many people gathered.

There were the power holders of the four great families, four of the six major families, the power holders of the Lin family, Bu family, Wang family, and Yu family. These were all high-ranking officials of the dynasty, in charge of various departments, holding important positions, and some holding millions of soldiers!

In addition to these people, there were also three blue-eyed youths wearing hooded black robes; nine black-robed people with black masks covering their faces, whose eyes did not have the slightest human emotion.

The Third Prince was also among them, wearing a python robe, looking like he was in his early twenties, and seemed relatively restrained among this group.

Finally, there was a young man, wearing a black and yellow brocade robe, twenty-three or four years old, with a brocade crown tied to his hair, with a face like a knife and a rebellious and sinister look in his eyes.

In his arms, he held a beautiful woman, and one of his hands covered the woman's chest, rubbing it from time to time, and the woman would open her red lips slightly, making a slight charming moan, her eyes full of charm.

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised.

That woman was no stranger, an old acquaintance, it was Muyang Qingya, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I really didn't expect this woman to be so debased."

Jun Wuxie was really shocked. Muyang Qingya was being played with in front of her father and so many elders, and she seemed to be very involved. She really didn't know what shame was.

This Muyang family really refreshed his worldview.

The daughter was like this, and the father actually turned a blind eye?

At this time, his military intent perception heard the conversation of the people in the secret room.

The Third Prince said, "Today, Eighth Brother went to Zongwang Mountain, and then Jun Wuxie appeared in Juba斋, and late at night, he entered the palace and met that old immortal, the Emperor. I don't know what they discussed, but judging from Jun Wuxie's trajectory, he should be helping the Emperor solve the problem of war resources!"

"Hmph!" The head of the Muyang family sneered and said, "Even if he funds the purchase of war resources from Juba斋, it will only alleviate the current urgent need. With his personal financial resources, wanting to provide military supplies to millions of troops on the front line, how many days can he supply the army? Ten days, or half a month?"

The head of the Murong family nodded and said, "Now that the war is fierce, the medicinal pill resources consumed by the soldiers every day are more than ten times the usual amount. In addition, the armor is damaged and needs to be repaired, so the consumption of resources is astronomical!"

"Don't worry, we will proceed according to the plan." The head of the Nangong family said calmly, "It is estimated that Ji Liufeng will seek help from us again in less than half a month."

The head of the Wenren family nodded and said, "These days, we need time to mobilize troops. At that time, if Ji Liufeng still refuses to give way to the Third Prince, we will raise the banner of 'loyalty to the king', and he will have no choice!"

Muyang Qingya giggled and said, "At that time, that country bumpkin surnamed Jun will definitely come to save the day, after all, that is his father-in-law. It will be just right to step into our trap and kill him in the palace. Thinking of his desperate and angry look before he dies, my heart feels so happy."

As soon as she finished speaking, she let out a delicate cry of "Ah!"

It turned out that the man in the Xuanhuang brocade robe had grabbed her chest hard. He said coldly, "A country bumpkin, what if the Artificer Saint has set rules to protect him? He's just a Star Realm cultivator. I wouldn't even need ten moves to kill such a bug! You are my slave now, and even if you hate, you can't have another man in your heart!"

"Ooh, Master, you're hurting me so much. I'll remember, okay?" Mu Yang Qingya wriggled against him, looking flirtatious, but a faint cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Humph! If you ask me, you all think too highly of that Jun fellow. What is he? In the eyes of my Holy Gate, he's just an ant! If the higher-ups of the sect didn't want to oppose the Artificer Saint at the moment, he would have been killed long ago!"

The man in the Xuanhuang brocade robe muttered to himself.

"Yan Linbo, killing him is not difficult, but before he dies, hunting his origin and soul is not easy. If you ruin our plans, don't blame us for being impolite!" one of the nine masked black-robed men said emotionlessly.

"What we are worried about is not his strength, but whether the Artificer Saint behind him has given him enough trump cards. If he has trump cards, he may be able to escape. Therefore, we must ensure that there are no mistakes! Kaitian Sword Sect said they would send three true disciples here, when will they arrive?" The Black Demon Sect's blue-eyed black-robed man said coldly.